...and i've only been here for 35 minutes

Guest Blog!
By: Jen Parlin

An elderly, fake-crippled, gentleman (well, lets be honest...an old, drunk man) comes up to the desk and shouts "HEY, I NEED TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER." He must have notice the lack of hearing aids on my person, wait, I don't need a hearing aid, I don't happen to be deaf in the slightest. So I retrieve a Manager and she comes to speak with him, this is when I realize he is a fake crippled person. After telling her that a pigeon shat on him out on the bar patio and therefore he needed a place to shower and wash his clothes (or rather a place for US to wash his clothes) she denied his request. To make more of a point his got out of the wheelchair to rant some more.

And then proceed to have a little person follow him out, while he pushed the wheelchair, to take pictures of our transgression. (I hired the pigeon) Please note, he was PUSHING the wheelchair. I'm offended on behalf of all handicapped people. Then the small man came and asked me for a job application, because really, who better to work the front desk?
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Hilar! Also, this brings me to a very valuable point; often times in the workplace we are caught off guard. There are many oddities (if it's not a word it is now) that occur in the workplace and I would love to hear some of yours too. Feel free to comment with the most absurd thing you've seen in the workplace.

Club Corolla!

We may or may not have riden to San Diego in Club Carolla.

We've all done it. You look up songs, download your jams, burn the cd.

Summer 2009 mix, ready-set-go. All of a sudden you're listeing to rave-club-party 2035. I mean, I'm down, just a shocker when the versions aren't what you expected.

A new song started on this particular mix and we both would just stare at the cd player as if a little gremlin was going to jump out and say "just kidding".

Some people take lemons and make lemonade, we take unexpexted DJ Dance Mixes and make Club Carolla.

San Diego Here I Come

Going back to the homeland this weekend.

You may ask, Mariah why do you refer to San Diego as your homeland?
Great question. No reason. Cause I wish it was my home?

There is something about venturing to San Diego that makes me so happy. I get excited like 37 days in advance. Then, when it actually gets down to the minutes or hours I can hardly stand it.

Mostly it's the beach and the people and the food and the fun and the better weather and Moondoggies $2 you-call-its, and the Shore Club Fish Races, and the outdoor markets and sometimes the clubs downtown and the slow motion roller blader and the people watching and the Gay Pride Parade and the beach and the beach and and and. Mostly. If I were to narrow it down.

So, in short, I can't wait. San Diegan adventures here I come.

Shenamerosity

Shenamerosity in observations as of late:

Philadelphia aka Philly has signs everywhere that say Phila.
Review: Phila is neither philadelphia nor Philly. I'm left confused and feeling mislead.

Red Bull Energy shots are delicious. I'm definitely a Red Bull snob so I held out on these energy shots until Red Bull came out with them. Get out of my face 5 hour energy. I'm not pickin' up what you're throwing down.

Movies in 3D are better. Saw Ice Age 3 in 3D last night. Recommended thoroughly.

Transformers rocks my socks. Except that corny love gar-bahggio. Listen, I went to that movie to see ridiculous amounts of action, explosions, and Shia Le-drunkdriver run for his life. In the future, please don't corrupt this with mush. Kindly, Mariah

I hate cockroaches.

ummm what? Boswjeflwehston

then to cheers...






On this day... we drank the city. Good night.